I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked terrible due to constant lack of sleep, food, and not to mention the continuos anxiety of the fact that I could die at any second.
What did I do to deserve this?
I watched my reflection as a tear slowly cascaded down my face. This was extreamly unusual. Normally I just pretend like nothing phases me, turn off my emotions, and just let the days go by.
People in the group don't see me slowly breaking, and most of them barely acknowledge me, except Carl. Carl and I have gone on runs together and have had some conversations. It was a mutual friendship since we were so close to the same age, but I don't get to attached him. After all, in this world anyone you hold close to you can be taken away before you know it.
I used to feel like I needed to survive. Now, I don't even feel the determination to survive anymore. I've been being careless around walkers skipping meals, getting no sleep. I'm suprised I'm still alive. I think Carl has not...